Chapter 1294: Outsiders From the Wasteland
In the base, Cai Ruichen, who had just returned to Marin City from the United States, watched the news that suddenly appeared on the mini console. ≯≥ ≤﹤﹤≦≤
The news came from the base, and the content of the news came from the wasteland world.
The news from the base is very simple. There are a few strange people who have entered the territory of Iraq since yesterday and have been walking towards the base.
What Cai Ruichen was concerned about was that the words in the news of the base, "strange person" and "coming towards the base", these two points seemed to be very complicated.
Otherwise, if a few survivors wandered over in the wasteland of Iraq, the base would probably just monitor them, and would never notify Cai Ruichen if there was no threat.
Cai Ruichen didn't dare to be careless if he could get the base's attention.
Less than two months have passed since the cold winter of the wasteland, and more than six years have passed since the catastrophe of the wasteland.
The wasteland world after the cold winter has also changed drastically, especially the wasteland Iraq now.
A large number of cities were razed to the ground by self-explosive trucks, and now they are all covered with weeds, and there are no traces of cities and human existence.
It's like a grassland with nothing at all. If you can still see the road, you may not find any traces of human existence.
At this time, in the wasteland of Iraq, there are only a few cities left. With the future base as the core surrounding area, cities such as Basra in the south still exist.
Other places have been completely evaporated from the earth under the self-destruct truck, and all signs of existence have disappeared without a trace.
This is also one of the reasons why there are almost no mutants seen in the wasteland of Iraq until now.
In a world full of vegetation, there is no place for mutants to live.
The city is also surrounded by tall walls, and some survivors live inside to ensure the health of the city.
As for what the outside looks like, Cai Ruichen doesn't know, and the local survivors of these wasteland Iraq are even more unclear.
Therefore, Cai Ruichen was still very interested in these unexpected visitors.
After coming to the wasteland from the present world, Cai Ruichen left directly with a few people.
He wanted to get in touch with survivors from other places in person,
See what the outside world is like.
In the wasteland northwest of Iraq, there used to be a barren Gobi. After the catastrophe, crazy vegetation grew up all over the world, and this place is no exception.
The flat Gobi has now completely turned into an endless prairie. If it weren't for the single vegetation that grows and contains toxins, ordinary livestock cannot live here. Otherwise, the development of animal husbandry is completely a natural pasture.
The snow and frost condensed in the cold winter form patches of low-lying rivers on this grassland. If you look down from the sky, it is quite beautiful.
The only regret is that the sky is gray-yellow, and the color reflected by the water is also gray-yellow like death. Only the vitality brought by the grass green is always a bit uncoordinated.
What is really incongruous is that on this grassland with only vegetation and stagnant water, no creatures can be seen, no birds, no insects, and there seems to be only eternal monotony among the water, sky, grass and green.
When normal people walk into this place, they may not even be able to feel a single bit of beauty, only the extremely quiet and frighteningly lonely world.
In the center of the grassland, in the middle of a wasteland Iraqi first-class road almost covered in weeds, a dilapidated RV parked in the middle of the road.
On the road, there was a table and three chairs. On the table were steaming steamed buns and fresh-looking fruits.
Such a picture does not have the feeling of the apocalypse at all, it is more like a traveler going out for an outing in a peaceful and healthy age.
The three people sitting on the chairs are also quite distinctive.
An old man who looked about seventy or eighty years old, dressed in sloppy clothes, held a huge wine gourd in his hand, and seemed to be afraid that others would not know the wine inside. On the outside of the wine gourd, there was a Big word for wine.
I saw that the old man never looked at the steamed stuffed buns on the table, lying on the chair like a drunkard, holding the wine gourd and taking a sip from time to time, as if it was really fine wine in his mouth, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.
Next to the old man was a boy who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a big head and a big mouth, and a bun in each hand, which was constantly stuffing it into his mouth.
The boy is wearing a cool blue vest, with a white short-sleeved shirt inside, and a pair of blue cropped trousers, which should belong to the same outfit as the blue vest.
Her hair is disheveled, coiled on her head like a bird's nest, and her big black glasses look particularly energetic.
It's just that his eating appearance is not very good-looking, or he doesn't have any eating appearance at all, and he almost choked on the buns several times.
As if someone was going to grab the buns from him soon, he was in a hurry to eat.
It's just that he was eating buns by himself at the table, and the old man didn't even look at the buns.
On the side, there is a girl who looks to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, with long black hair and a red short-sleeved long skirt, looking very peaceful.
She kept her eyes closed all the time, and she didn't look at the two strange people beside her, nor did she look at the food on the table. She put her hands on the white stockings of her thighs, closed her eyes quietly, and remained motionless.
It looks like an old monk is in meditation, but it seems to be asleep.
Such a weird trio seemed uncoordinated no matter how they looked.
And in such an environment, you can also stay in the wild, eating and drinking with open meals.
If other survivors saw it, they would probably be stunned, and then rush over to rob it.
After all, among these three guys, none of them seemed to be capable of fighting. They were either old people or women, and there was a young man who was unreliable no matter what.
There didn't seem to be any weapons on the dilapidated RV, and there were no weapons on the three of them.
It's just that rational people dare not underestimate anyone in such an era.
If they didn't have the skills, these three people wouldn't be able to live now. The most important thing is that in this world where they can only eat nutritional supplements, the food in the past is no longer as simple as a luxury, and I'm afraid it's almost extinct.
Steamed stuffed buns have long been a delicacy in fantasy, and it is not an easy thing for these three people to be able to feast on them.
However, there was no one nearby, not even the mutants could be seen in the entire wasteland of Iraq, let alone the survivors who came out to move. (To be continued.)